[I'M SITTING ON A BITCH RIGHT NOW, WITH MY FEET PROPPED UP ON A BITCH.] I'm so glad I deal with synthetics and not people. Seriously with the mutations. I knew a girl who was so gorgeous until the day she turned twenty-one, then BAM, we learn her father was distantly descended from some reptilian race off some backwoods rock. Although the forked tongue, admittedly, was a bit of a treat.